Pinkie Pie accompanied Rarity into the ladies’ room to act as a bodyguard against any potential latex-clad agents of the foreign language teachers while they were on their way to meet the other girls and try to figure out what to do about Rarity and Pinkie’s swapped tongues.

“No te preocupes, Rarity, nadie va a pasar!” Pinkie assured her.

“Pinkie, Denk daran, ich kann immer noch nicht verstehen, was du sagst ” Rarity said. Though she was eventually able to figure it out by observing Pinkie’s body language. She went into the stall to do her business while Pinkie remained on guard.

Rarity finished up and went over to the sink to wash her hands.

She checked them over to make sure the space under her fingernails was thoroughly cleaned.

Eine Stelle verpasst, she thought to herself.

Hands clamped on her shoulders and spun her around.

“Was?” Rarity thought when she saw Ariel looming over her. Ariel threw her and pinned her down against the sink, placing a wet kiss on her forehead. It felt like the kiss was penetrating her forehead directly into her brain.

“Ah?” Rarity moaned, confused, feeling her vagina wink in the early stages of arousal. But how did she get here? Pinkie Pie was supposed to be guarding for her!

Rarity took a glance from her eye to see Pinkie lying on the bathroom floor, her face covered in kisses.

Ariel broke the kiss and held Rarity by the chin. “You know, Rarity, you’re cute. Now, why don’t you … come by my office and we can discuss your … extra credit?”

Ariel walked out of the room with a confident stride while Rarity sat there, wishing she could kiss as good as Ariel did.

She also had this strange, sudden urge to visit her German teacher in her office sometime today.

There was a knock on the door to Ariel’s office.

Ariel took off her reading glasses and set them down and stopped pretending to thumb through papers. She had a good idea who it was.

“Already?” Ariel muttered to herself. “I was expecting that to take longer … come in.”

Rarity opened the door tentatively. She came in and sat opposite Aria.

“Hello, Rarity,” Ariel said, templing her fingers. “What brings you to my office today?”

“Ich verstehe, du bist der Deutschlehrer.” Rarity said. “Ich hatte gehofft, du könntest mir bei meinem Problem helfen.”

“What was that?” Ariel said, putting a hand to her ear. “I can’t understand you!” She laughed cruelly.

Rarity gasped. She placed her hands on the sides of her head, despondent, wondering what to do now.

“Oh, don’t look so glum, I’m just screwing with you for kicks,” Ariel said. “I can understand you just fine. But, I think our conversation would go a little smoother if you had your mother tongue, hmm?”

Ariel snapped her fingers, and Rarity’s English came flooding back into her head. The verbs, the tenses, the conjugations, all the rules that English broke on itself all the time, like ‘i before e except after c’.

“T-thank you,” Rarity said. “But … why would you do that? I thought we were enemies.”

“We are!” Ariel said, picking up a cup of coffee and taking a swig. “But just because we’re enemies doesn’t mean we can’t sit down and be civil every once in a while. Do you think when the Allies encountered Germans, their first instinct was to gut every one of them without even trying to talk?”

“Yes,” Rarity said. “That was exactly their instinct. They were at war.”

“Okay, bad example,” Ariel said, taking a swig of her joe. “The point being, it’s not helpful to either of us to be all antagonist toward each other all the time. Besides, I imagine you have some questions. Questions that, without Dagi looking over my shoulder, I might just be willing to answer.”

“No thank you,” Rarity said, getting up. “You’ve already been kind enough. I don’t want to push my luck, so I’ll bid you adieu and be on my way.”

“I can answer the questions you had yesterday,” Ariel said. That was enough to make Rarity pause.

“Really?” Rarity said.

“Yes,” Ariel said. “I can answer all of them honestly, and more, if you care. But you have to sit down and be willing to talk.”

“Why should I?” Rarity asked. “What do you gain out of this?”

“Everyone who knows me knows I resent Dagi,” Ariel said. “I want to be the leader instead of her. If I help you, and you help your friends, and then your friends beat her … well, I can turn around and point the finger at her, and say that it’s all her fault, and her poor leadership that keeps sabotaging our plans. Smooth, don’t you think?”

“I suppose,” Rarity said. “Villains infighting always works out for the heroes in the end, so I may as well take the advantage while I have it.”

“Now you’re using your head,” Ariel said. “Of course, labels like ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ are a tad reductive, don’t you think? My sisters and I certainly don’t think of ourselves as villains. Or did you think we twirled our mustaches in private or something?”

“Perhaps not, but there’s nothing wrong in wanting the world to be simple.”

“In wanting, no, I suppose there is nothing wrong. Sit down.”

Rarity did so.

“Who are you?” Rarity asked.

“We’re the Dazzlings,” Ariel volunteered. “Our leader is Adagio Dazzle. I’m Aria Blaze. And the ditz that follows us like a lost puppy is Sonata Dusk.”

“What are you doing here?” Rarity asked. “What’s your plan?”

“Our plan is to take over the school so we can supply ourselves with nourishment,” Aria said. “We feed on emotions. Certain emotions. And we need someone to generate those emotions for us. Hench, going to the school. We tried it a while back, too. Didn’t quite work out. You and your friends fought us off.”

“Why did you risk coming back? Surely someone would recognize you.”

“That’s where our glamour comes in,” Aria said. “Disguises us. Keeps us safe. Helps gives us new magic.”

“New magic?”

“Oh yes. We received a bunch of new magic from a witch we found on a hill. She took our necklaces - the source of our power, your friends broke them - and remade them into mirrors and lipstick and more, so we could use our powers again, if a little differently.”

“Hmm,” Rarity tilted her head. “Why tell me all this?”

“I already told you why.”

“Yes, but … I’m not sure I can believe you, or trust you. Wouldn’t it be just as easy to wait until after you took over the school, then make your move against Adagio then?”

“You know, you’re right,” Aria said, leaning forward and resting her cheek on her knuckles. “You can’t trust me. I’ve only been telling you all this so I’d have something to keep you here while I waited for my backup.”

The door creaked open. Sunset Shimmer stepped into the room, holding a ruler in one hand. Rarity’s eyes went wide with alarm.

“Tus wanted to see moi, Miss Ariel?” Sunset said.

“Oui, oui, I did,” Aria said. “See to it that my guest Rarity doesn’t leave the room.”

“Can do,” Sunset said.

“Sunset, darling!” Rarity got up of the chair. “Surely you must realize this is ridiculous. There must be a part of you that’s still the old Sunset in there that realizes this is wrong! Let me out of here.”

Rarity approached the door. Sunset smacked her across the cheek with the ruler, and it stung harshly.

“Non, non. Non escape,” Sunset said, waving the ruler at Rarity.

“Sunset, please!” Rarity begged. “I’m your friend. Don’t you remember me? Did our friendship mean anything to you?”

“You stay,” Sunset said. “Mistress said so.”

Rarity inhaled sharply. “All right, Sunset. You forced me to do this. I didn’t want to go this far, but it seems clear to me that I must be cruel to be kind; I should have known the girl who ruined my first Fall Formal just to steal some dinky crown could never be trusted to my friend.”

Sunset’s expression softened, going from one of cruel glee to tearful shock. Her left eye became wet. “Rarity … how could you say something so nasty?”

“Because it was the only way to get you back,” Rarity said. She reached her hand out. “Now, let’s get out of here and work together.”

Sunset smiled and tenderly reached her hand towards Rarity’s.

“Sunset, look out!”

“Huh?” Rarity and Sunset turned around.

Aria had climbed up onto the desk and dropped her skirt, running a gloved finger over her cunt, which squirted out an arc of cum that landed squarely into Sunset’s open mouth.

Sunset’s eyes dilated, and she automatically swallowed, like she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. Aria’s cum dripped down her chin, and her mouth twitched in every direction, unable to commit to what expression she wanted.

“Sunset? Sunset!” Rarity cried out. “Sunset, listen to me. We need to get out of here before she does something else and puts you back-”

Sunset gripped the ruler and smacked Rarity hard on the cheek, this time with sufficient force to knock Rarity to her knees.

“You stay,” Sunset ordered, pressing the ruler against Rarity’s head. “Mistress says so.” Sunset walked to the side of her, keeping the ruler level against Rarity’s scalp.

“Very good, Sunset, very good. Now, here’s your reward. I know you know what to do with it.” Aria plunged her finger into her cunt, and a second squirt of cum flew across the room.

Sunset opened her mouth and caught it, but she exerted the self-control to not swallow this load. Instead, she dropped to her knees, cupped Rarity’s cheeks, and kissed her firmly.

“Mm!” Rarity tried to protest. The cum leaked out from Sunset’s mouth and slipped past her lips.

It’s so sweet! Rarity thought. I’m … I’m so buzzed! I feel like I’m on a sugar high!

Rarity moaned and leaned into the kiss, no longer resisting. She cupped Sunset’s cheeks back, moaning as they made out together.

“Very good,” Aria said, jumping down from the desk. “Excellent, Sunset Shimmer. You can stop now. I’ll make sure that Adagio gives you an extra reward. And as for you, Rarity …”

Aria grabbed Rarity by the collar of her shirt and dragged her away.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully, Rarity. You’re a foreign exchange student from Germany. You love German culture and German words. And like any good German girl, what you love most of all about Germany is the beer.”

“The beer?” Rarity said, dazed.

“That’s right, the beer. Oktoberfest is your favorite day of the day. You love to bounce from bar to bar sampling whatever draft they have to offer. It fills you up. It warms you and provides companionship from your drinking buddies. But there is one downside … get in here.”

Aria snapped her fingers, and Poindexter emerged from the closet, black lipstick kisses all over his cheeks.

“Drop ‘em,” Aria ordered. Poindexter dropped his pants, letting his cock hang out.

Aria picked Rarity up and threw her onto her back by Poindexter. She snapped her fingers, and Poindexter fell to his knees and inserted his cock into Rarity’s mouth.

“Mm-hm?” Rarity questioned.

“Suck,” Aria ordered. “Suck it, Rarity. Suck it hard. Suck it good. Like a good little Schlampe.”

Rarity obeyed, bobbing her head up and down on Poindexter’s shaft, her lips forming an ‘o’ shape around it.

“That’s it,” Aria encouraged her. “That’s it, Rarity. Suck it up. Suck it all up the way a good, horny Schlampe should. Of course you don’t mind sucking it. You don’t mind sucking some useless boy toy’s big fat cock, because you’re not really sucking on a cock at all. You’re sucking on the tap of a beer keg. What you’re about to swallow isn’t cum at all, it’s freshly brewed draft beer. Fizzy, foamy beer, the kind you really like, and you love beer, don’t you, you Schlampe?”

Rarity gave an affirmative moan.

“There’s nothing you like better than getting a sample of beer straight from the tap,” Aria said. “But I like said … there is one downside, and now I’m going to tell you what it is; that beer you love so much? It always goes … straight … to … your … tits.”

As though the word were a trigger, Poindexter came, spunk gushing out of his rod and into Rarity’s mouth. Rarity gulped down, seeing not a cumming cock, but a leaking sprig plugged into the side of a keg barrel full of beer that the bartender had let her have direct access to on account of her sex appeal. Her tits swelled up inside her shirt, pushing her shirt up and causing her navel to be exposed as they increased from ‘just enough to tell she’s a girl at a casual glance’ to a smide larger than ping pong balls.

“And when that beer fills you up, it makes you so horny,” Aria said. “Remember that, Rarity; having your big tits makes you horny. Like the (huge) Schlampe you are, and that you’ve always been.”

Rarity pulled away from Poindexter, a stand of cum hanging from her mouth. She giggled, hypnotic swirls swimming through her eyes as she fell completely under Aria’s spell. Every word seemed to be the truth, and to have always been the truth; she was from Germany, and she loved beer, despite the adverse effects it could have on her mammaries, and she was never hornier than when her huge jugs were jiggling and swinging back and forth when she walked.

“Straight to my tits,” Rarity repeated, and then giggled. She looked down at her chest and giggled. “Oh! I love beer, but it always goes-”

“Straight to your tits, I know,” Aria said. She helped a dazed Rarity stagger to her feet and shoved her out the door. “Now go find a bathroom and wash up before someone finds you and asks what you were doing drinking ‘alcohol’ on school grounds. I need to tend to some business … ” her eyes fell on Sunset Shimmer, who hadn’t moved since feeding Rarity Aria’s cum.

Aria slammed the door shut. Rarity, her thoughts bubbly from all the imported German beer bottles she was imagining drinking from, still managed to amble her way to the ladies’ room to get something to wipe the beer off her chin before someone found her and ask where she got it from. She wouldn’t want to have to share her secret stash, tee hee.

Rarity was nodding off in German class while Ariel droned on and one. Something about the capitalization of nouns, but Rarity wasn’t sure. At some point she felt the need to change into a skimpy pink backless shirt that was more like a band around her chest adorned with sparkling beads and a pair of black shorts.

Rarity tried to keep her head up, using her hand to prop herself, but it wasn’t enough. She was drifting. She was so bored. She wanted to go to a party and have fun. Drink beer. Maybe drunkenly flash her tits at some cute boys, though she couldn’t decide whether or not she’d do to lure them into a drinking contest, or as a reward for winning said contest.

Her head hit the desk.

“Rarity!” Ariel snapped a ruler against Rarity’s desk, jerking Rarity awake. “I know you and I have been discussing some things one on one, but try to pay attention in class.”

“I’m sorry, professor,” Rarity said. “I was … daydreaming. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Ariel smirked and chuckled. “Now, Rarity … did anyone ever teach you not to make promises that you can’t keep?”

Ariel snapped her fingers.

Rarity’s vision distorted. The entire classroom blurred and flashed, as if it was fading in and out of reality.

The disorienting flashes settled, and when they did, Rarity was alone in the classroom with Miss Ariel … who now had a cigar-shaped, short but thick and strong-looking cock sticking out from a hole in her skirt.

Ariel placed her hand on Rarity’s hand like a clamp. “Rarity, do you want a sample of my beer?”

Rarity panted and nodded eagerly.

She felt hypnotic swirls take over in her eyes. She wasn’t really feeling them, so much as hearing a hum that seemed to be coming from inside her face and attributing swirls she couldn’t see as the source, but either way, she didn’t care.

All she cared about was Ariel’s beer.

Ariel smiled and held Rarity’s head as she slid her cock into Rarity’s mouth. She pumped back and forth, sliding her cock along Rarity’s tongue.

Rarity sucked as obediently and eagerly as one could while tranced.

Ariel licked her lips in satisfaction. “Careful, now, Rarity. Keep going like that, and you might just make me cum! Would you like that? Do you want to do that? Do you want to make me cum, right in your mouth?”

Ariel tugged on Rarity’s head, sliding it on her cock.

“Of course you do, you little Schlampe. It’s what Schlampen like you live for. You just love to make me and others cum. It’s your favorite thing to do. After all, what would a good Schlampe like you be without her drink of choice? Without my beer?”

Ariel’s cock twitched powerfully before flooding Rarity’s mouth with a strong and hot load of thick, sludgy cum.

Rarity moaned and panted after swallowing it, some of it dripping off her lolling tongue and onto her rack. Her breasts swelled up in her shirt, pressing and straining it against, making the shirt hug her body tight to keep her rack from spilling out.

Rarity sat there in the middle of a class with a dumbfounded expression on her face. Ariel’s cock and cum were imaginary, but the growth was real, spilling over to reality and making Rarity’s clothes tighten while the rest of her classmates watched.

After seeing Rarity’s boobs grow the way they did, One male student made the mistake of giving Ariel a questioning glance. Ariel glared and went over to him.

Seconds later he was on the floor with his spurting dick out, sending a clear message to Ariel’s students about who was in charge.

After the demonstration, the bell rang.

“Class dismissed,” Ariel said politely, as if she was just another teacher, and not the kind who made her students orgasm in class as an example.

Rarity went on down the school halls, unaware she was being watched by a person with interest in her.

“Violet?” Pixel Pizzaz asked, them stopping when they saw Violet Blurr halted behind them. “Are you coming?”

“Yeah,” Violet assured them. “You go on. I’ll catch up.”

Pixel looked over to Photo Finish with concern, and they shrugged and left.
Violet Blurr went to go follow Rarity. She had an itch, and she wanted to see if the rumors were true.

Recently, she heard (though for some reason she couldn’t remember where from) that Rarity was actually secretly a little bimbo slut, and all she needed was enter the correct password and Rarity would suck her off like no more tomorrow. Not that she was all that attracted to Rarity, but there was a difference in confirming a rumor was true for herself and having someone else confirm it to her secondhand. Hanging out with Photo Finish made that abundantly clear.

Violet Blurr followed Rarity into the hallway. She checked around to make sure nobody else was there.

"Rarity?" Violet Blurr asked.

Rarity stopped and turned around, looking at Violet Blurr with confusion. "Yes?"

"Do you ..." Violet began, trailing off. "Do you want to grab a beer with me?"

The effect was instantaneous. Rarity's eyes glazed over as if someone had smeared a layer of clear nail polish over them. She dropped to her knees. A wide grin grew on her face.

"Yes!" Rarity said cheerfully, trudging forward on her knees towards Violet Blurr with her head level with Violet's crotch. "I would love to."

"So it's real!?" Violet exclaimed in shock, backing away. She looked around again, biting her lip, not sure what to do.

Rarity looked at her with half-lidded flirty eyes, grabbed her skirt, and pulled it down, pressing her lips directly to Violet Blurr's vagina and sucking.

Violet Blurr's body reacted well to the stimulus, and Violet Blurr herself was still indecisive. Rarity was good at this, there was no doubt about that, but the thought of someone walking on them, finding them ...

Well, it actually turned her on more. So much so that Violet thought she was going to cum right away. The anticipation. The suspense, that right now, at any moment, someone could walk around the corner and catch her right in the middle of this naughty, naughty act with another girl ...

She didn't cum right away at that exact moment, but it was pretty close. With Rarity sucking her, the questionable ethicalness of two high schoolers doing it, and the worrying (yet oddly alluring) thought that someone might come around and discover them ...

Violet Blurr's eyes fluttered as she released, pouring sweet feminine cum into Rarity's mouth.

Rarity smacked her lips as she choked it all down. She gave Violet's crotch another lick to make sure she didn't miss any, then pulled away, satisfied and giggling.

"That was some pretty good beer, don't you think?" Rarity said. "We must do it again some time ..."

"Y-yeah," Violet Blurr stammered, panting. She pulled her skirt up and backed away. "Great beer. Definitely do it again. Definitely, definitely."

She turned away and hopped down the hallway like a kangaroo, gripping at her skirt to make sure she didn't get any spillage on it. Out the corner of her eye, she saw as Rarity's shirt tightened from the growth in her rack as the 'beer' went straight to her tits, but Violet assumed that was a trick of depth perception.

The following day, rumors of Rarity's apparent sluttiness began leaping through the school, though someone the people spreading the rumors were very careful that they never met the ears of Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, or Applejack.

Rarity was playing idly on her phone, sitting in the stands and pretending to watch the sports team practice while not actually paying attention to them at all. The sunlight head the beats on her new top brilliantly and made them look dazzling - helping, of course, to draw the eyes of others to her generous bosom.

A shadow fell over Rarity, and she deigned to glance up to see a baseball players looking down at her with a pervy grin on his face.

"Can I help you?" Rarity asked, annoyed at him for cutting into her phone time.

"Oh, I think so," the boy said. "Word on the street is you've been going, *ahem, giving free beer to anybody who ask for it?"

Rarity dropped her phone, cupping her cheeks as hearts appeared in her eyes. "Oh my gosh, I like, love beer! Do you, like, have some?"

"I might," the baseball player said. He looked over at his teammates practicing with the ball. "Let's go behind the stands."

They went over to hide behind the stands, and without pretense, in seconds Rarity was on him, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking him off while his rod throbbed inside.

To him, it was the most amazing sensation in the world. All he had to do was say a few words and then Rarity, one of the prettiest girls in the school, was sucking him off like she couldn't get enough of it, while her huge jugs jiggled just slightly from the movement of her head bobbing up and down. Just enough to make for a very pleasant viewing experience.

To her, it was Tuesday. She was at the pub, loafting on her back and fiddling with the tap on the keg barrel while her mouth was under it. She reached up and smacked the side of the tap with the palm of her hand, wondering why it was giving her usual free serving that she got as favor from the bartender.

"Oh ... Rarity ... Rarity! It's happening! ... I'm going to-!"

Ah, that's better, Rarity thought as the tapped finally opened and a stream of amber fluid flowed from the barrel into her mouth. It plopped right into her throat and she swallowed it all in one gulp.

She pursed her lips. Something about this brew tasted off. It wasn't as good as she remembered it being. It was a little weaker, was the best she could figure out.

Oblivious to the boy who fallen onto his back cumming into her mouth, Rarity sat there behind the stands, oblivious as her top grew ever more strained by her growing boobage and she worked her jaw, fruitlessly trying to figure what was wrong the beer she just consumed. By now, her breasts were large enough to draw the suspicions of the teachers, much too big for a girl her age, but she didn't need to worry; Miss Ariel would tell them all about the sad, sad story of how she tried to talk Rarity out of getting breast implants, but to no avail, as Rarity was obsessed with her appearance and making herself look just like the models on all the glamorous magazine covers, and none of the teachers would be so uncouth as to call attention to how Rarity's soft boobs squished delightfully on her desk in a way hard silicone implants didn't.

Yes, Rarity wasn't going to have any trouble from the other teachers. Not even for consuming alcohol on a school campus where it was banned.

Rarity was walking through the hall when she across two boys who were tittering to themselves. She wasn't a psychologist, but she was a pretty good bluffer, and she a had a hunch this laughter wasn't the good Pinkie Pie, but more the "this is so crazy I can't believe we're about do this" kind.

"Excuse me?" Rarity said, finding the two boys. "Is there a problem, boys? You sound distraught."

"Problem?" one of them said. "No, no, there's no problem, it's just ..."

He looked at his companion to see if they had any second thoughts. The other boy mouthed do it.

"It's just that we're heard you're something of a Schlampe nowadays."

"Schlampe," Rarity said. She pressed a hand to her chest and giggled. "Schlampe!" She was drawing a complete and total blank on what the word actually meant, but she liked the sound of it. It described her. It fit her like a glove. Whatever it was and whatever it meant, she definitely was one. "Yes, a Schlampe! That's me, darlings. Schlampe extraordinaire."

"And ..." the boy said. "We were also wondering ... what's this we keep hearing about you and beer?"

Rarity thought she heard a warbling thrumming noise, and she cupped her cheek as she lost control of herself and track of reality.

"I ... love beer," Rarity said, falling onto her soft, cushy ass against the lockers on the wall. "I'm from Germany, you know? We're known for our beer. I guess you could say I'm something of a connoisseur. I love testing out and trying all sorts of beer, but the more German in origin, the better. The German is the best, in my opinion, and it's my favorite kind. These American brews, while I admit they are flavorful, they lack a certain punch, don't you think?"

The two boys looked at each other.

"And ... what would you say if we told you we could get you some, er, German beer?"

"You could? Would you?" Rarity said. "I would be ever so grateful. Why, I might even give you a kiss."

"Y-yeah," the second boy said. With a final look to his companion, they both dropped their shorts and whipped their dicks out. "It's right here ..."

They approached Rarity, and they were surprised when she made no resistance to both of them putting their dicks into her mouth at once.

She sucked on both their rods, fully believing the whole time that she was on her back in a pub where someone had got out two keg barrels just for a pretty girl like her and hooked up a byzantine extra long silly straw in order to hook the taps of both barrels into her mouth at the same time.

"Oh man!" the boy said. "I can't believe this! She's doing it! She's really doing it!"

"Of course! Did you think the teacher would lie to us about something like this?"

"I don't know! Maybe they were trying to get us into trouble!" He let out a deep, contented moan. "Come on, Rarity! Chug, chug, chug!"

The two boys gave the chug chant as they thrusted, piston rodding their cocks into Rarity's ready and eager mouth.

Rarity grabbed the bases of their shafts and proceeded to stroke them up and down with the palm of her hands, getting them firmer and closing to orgasm.

"Come on, come on ..." the boy pleaded.

"Come on," Rarity thought, reaching out and tapping the sides of the barrels she was attached to. She should have gotten at least one glass worth of beer between the both of them, and she couldn't understand why they were working.

"It's close!" the boy said. "It's close! I can feel it! I'm really going - oh, I can't believe this is happening, I - Rarity - OH!"

The two of them came at once, each of them squirting thick wads Rarity's mouth, which Rarity, for all her expertise, had to swallow slowly, little by little, lumps traveling down her throat as she sucked out the last of the beer from the two kegs.

The boys had made a mess and cum was sliding down Rarity's chin, dripping onto her chest.

The boys pulled out, and, desperate not to get in trouble for taking advantage of the school slut, proceeded to run down the hallway, pulling up their pants up without a care for whether or not they got cum on their undies.

Just as they reached the hallway, two gloved hands shot out from the darkness and grabbed by the collars, pulling them backwards.

"Where are you going, boys?" Miss Ariel said as she dragged the boys towards her. "You did such a good job with my little apprentice. I simply must thank you for doing me such a big favor, and a job well done deserves a nice little reward, don't you think?"

The boys, with equal parts fear and anticipation,, let Ariel drag them to her office.

No, no, on second thought, it was really more 1/4th fear and 3/4ths anticipation.

Rarity remained seated in the back of the hallway like a doll put back on the shelf after playtime was done with a gormless expression expression on her face, drooling and adding her saliva to the cum on her chin.

She blinked, and her senses came back to her a little. She wasn't sure where she was, why she was here, or what she'd been doing, but she knew the smell of sex anywhere and understood that whatever she'd been doing, it had been very naughty.

"W-where am I?" Rarity asked, rubbing her head. She looked down at herself. "Why am I wearing this? Pink and black is a terrible combination! And are these ... beads? Cheap beads? Why, I would never! Who would be so cruel, so callous, so unfashionable as to put me into beads of actual jewels? After all, everyone knows beads are just gems for people who can't afford to sew real gems into their clothes. Oh!"

Rarity wrapped her hands around her chest, feeling a pressure growing in each of her boobs. There was something uncomfortable and yet oddly pleasant about it. It was deep, like a massage, but strong, like something desperate to come out, to burst* and escape from the fleshy prison of her mammaries.

Rarity felt a twinge in her nipples, and getting an idea of what was about to happen, pulled down on her pink top just in time for her nipples to leak.

A foamy broth emerged from her nipple at first, soon followed by a dark amber liquid that drip drip dripped and made a teeny tiny puddle on the school tile.

Rarity squinted her eyes in disbelief at what she was seeing.

"Am I ... lactating beer?" Rarity asked herself as foam continued to envelope and cover her areola, making her tits look like she'd just gotten out of a soapy bubble bath.

A flash of insight came to her, and suddenly all became clear to her; there was a single person responsible, a single target on which to focus all of her rage, the woman accountable for everything she'd went through the last few days, from the inexplicable craving for an unrefined drink like beer to her choice of overly revealing clothes.

The German teacher.

"Miss Ariel!" Rarity shouted, storming into Ariel's office without knocking.

Ariel was sorting papers on her desk and looked at Rarity without any emotion in her eyes, showing no reaction to the intrusion. "Yes, Rarity?"

"I have a got a bone to pick with you!" Rarity said, pointing. She took a seat from the desk. "I'm given to understand you did something to me. Something that has to do with I'm wearing a ridiculous outfit like this and I'm ... lactating beer!" she gestured to herself, pulling down her shirt and showing Ariel the froth coming out of her nipples.

"Mm-hmm. Okay," Ariel nodded. She sat down on the desk, crossing one leg over the other. "So, let's assume you're right and say I did do this to you. What would you want me to do about it?"

Rarity scoffed. "Well, I - I want you fix it, obviously!"

"Uh-huh. And suppose I didn't? Suppose I didn't want to? What would you do then?"

"Well ..."

"Think about it, Rarity," Ariel said. "You're in my office. You don't have your friends with you."

Ariel leaned forward and whispered.

"You're all alone."

Rarity felt a shiver chill her spine unlike any cold she had ever felt before.

"But don't worry," Ariel braced a finger under Rarity's chin and lifted her head up, offering Rarity an easygoing smile. "I'll take care of you. I'll do what you want me to do."

"You ... you will?" Rarity said.

"Of course!" Ariel said. "You're absolutely right. It was wrong of me to do all the terrible things I did to you. Making you speak only German, turning into you an easy Schlampe, making the beer that you drank go straight into your chest to fatten up your tits ... though honestly, I think you might want to keep that one; a nice big rack suits you." Ariel cupped her own jugs and lifted them up for emphasis. "It goes great with the rest of your figure."

"Well, I ... I don't know what to say!" Rarity said. "I ... I really don't know what I was expecting, when I came here and then you started being all scary and intimidating."

"Ssh, shh," Ariel pressed a finger to Rarity's mouth. "If you don't know what to say, then don't say anything."

"Here," Ariel slid off the desk and got on her knees, placing her hands on Rarity's knees. "I'll even sweeten the deal. I'll be your sex slave."

"My what?"

"Shh, shh," Ariel said. "No more talking. Adagio Dazzle is so rude and so mean to me. All I want is a nice, quiet, curvy ... sexy mistress who will treat me right. Someone like you, Rarity. All I ask is that you do me one favor before I fix you and ... suck me off?"

Ariel unzipped her pants and flexed out a bold, short, thick and strong cock which was already fully erect and throbbing, twitching, just waiting for Rarity's soft lips to embrace it.

Rarity giggled. "Okay." And she leaned over to suck Ariel's cock ...

While in reality, of course, Ariel had taken Rarity out with a single snap of her fingers, and Rarity was now resting against the side wall of the office on her bum, in the same used doll position she was in at the hallway, now with a triple threat of fluid coming from her body, simultaneously drooling, leaking, and cumming all at the same time, creating a huge mess on Aria's floor as the beer from her tits dripped into the cum from her pussy and discolored the clearish fluid with its dark umber coloration, creating puddles of froth on the floor.

Aria chuckled. "It was so good of you to drop by, Rarity, my little Schlampe." She reached over and pressed a finger to Rarity's chin, wiping off the drool. "It's nice to see that your transformation into an easily controlled German bimbo slut alcoholic is going swimmingly ... but there is the little fact that you felt comfortable barging into my office. Now, I don't really face any threat from you, the way you are now, but coming into my office and thinking you were going to get me to 'fix' you like that is an insult that I just can't stand, so I'm going to have to punish you somehow ..."

Aria rubbed at her chin for an idea. She tapped her fingers when she had one.

"I know. How about, from now on, boys don't even to have bother with all that beer nonsense when dealing with you? How about, from now on, whenever any one of them takes their cock out, you just go up and suck it until they cum into your mouth, no questions asked? Yesss ... I think that'll do nicely ..." she reached over and grabbed Rarity's tit, pinching and squeezing the nipple and causing it shoot out a squirt of beer. "And there's bound to be something that I can do with this, there must be, ja, ja, yes ... lots of uses for a good Schlampe like yourself."

"Good ... Schlampe," Rarity weakly repeated, lost in the throes of her lactating orgasm session.

Author's Notes:

There could be an interesting story where Aria suddenly defecting is genuine, but it's not the one I want to tell.

Translation Guide

Spanish
No te preocupes, nadie va a pasar! = Don’t worry, Rarity, no one will get through

German:
Schlampe = Slut.
Schlampen = Sluts.
Denk daran, ich kann immer noch nicht verstehen, was du sagst = Remember, I still can't understand what you're saying
Eine Stelle verpasst = Missed a spot.
Was? = What?
“Ich verstehe, du bist der Deutschlehrer” = I understand you’re the German teacher.
“Ich hatte gehofft, du könntest mir bei meinem Problem helfen.” = I was hoping you could help me with my problem.

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